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If only Saxon could see me now. I give a wry laugh. I know he’d be amused, but pleased. He likes Alice, and he’s frustrated that I’m taking my time with her. It’s difficult to explain how I feel I need to move slowly.
“Now that’s what I like to see.” Alice comes up behind me and slides her arms around my waist. “A man being all domestic. What a beautiful scene.”
I grin, put the dish on the draining board, then turn and cup her face with my wet hands.
“Argh,” she complains, but she stops when I kiss her, and lifts her arms around my neck. Tilting my head a little, changing the angle, I turn her so her butt is resting against the sink and delve my tongue into her mouth.
She sighs, and we kiss for a long while, taking our time, just enjoying being together, being close.
“Is your mum okay?” I ask when I eventually lift my head.
“Tired, but fine. She thinks you’re wonderful.”
“She doesn’t think I’m leading her daughter astray?”
“She knows you are—that’s why she likes you.”
Laughing, I take her hand and lead her through the dining room and into the living room. I sit on the sofa, but before she can sit beside me, I pull her toward me so she falls forward, catching her by the hips. She laughs and climbs on top of me, sinking down with a knee either side of my hips, resting on my thighs.
Looping her arms around my neck, she bends her head and kisses me, and I’m hard instantly, aroused after weeks of daydreaming about her, playing through the memories I have of her in my bed, in my arms.
“You want me inside you now, baby?” I ask, pushing her skirt up so I can rest my hands on her silky thighs.
Her eyes flare, and she says, “Here?”
“Unless you have any objections.” It’s clear that Penny can’t lift herself in and out of her wheelchair without help. It’s sad, but it does mean we’re not going to be interrupted.
“No,” she whispers. “No objections.”
I tap the monitor on her wrist. “That’s one way, right?”
She laughs, slips it off, and places it on the arm of the sofa. “Yeah. It’s just so I can hear her if she needs me.” She hesitates. “Do you want me to turn it off?”
“Of course not. Makes no difference to me.”
She takes my face in her hands and studies me for a moment. Brushing a thumb over my bottom lip, she murmurs, “I’m glad you’re here.” Then she lowers her lips to mine.
We kiss for a long while, as our bodies stir and awaken, responding to each other while our hands begin to rediscover the delights beneath our clothes. She strips my tee off, and her vest follows after that, and then I spend a pleasant few minutes admiring her breasts in the gorgeous lacy bra she’s wearing before I finally unclip it at the back and draw the straps down her arms. I fill my palms with her breasts while we continue to kiss, and she sighs against my lips when I take her soft nipples between my fingers and thumbs and tease them gently to tight peaks.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, moving up close to me and rocking her hips, arousing herself on the erection that juts through my jeans. I have no issues with that, and encourage her to move, giving small thrusts of my hips so we’re moving together in a slow, graceful dance.
It’s not long before she lifts off me and removes her skirt and her underwear, and she lets me undo my jeans and release my erection from my boxer-briefs before she climbs back on me, guiding the tip of my erection beneath her. Then, slowly and carefully, she sinks down, impaling herself on me.
I groan at the sensation of sliding into her warm, wet, velvet flesh. “That feels amazing.”
“Ah, Jesus, yes.” She rocks her hips a few times, coating me with her moisture, enabling me to sink right into her. “You feel so good.”
“Ride me,” I say gruffly, cupping her breasts. “Take your pleasure from me.” I cover one of her nipples with my mouth. It’s softened again, but it soon hardens as I tease it with my teeth and tongue, and then I suck, massaging it with the flat of my tongue, which makes her tip her head back and give a soft moan.
We move together, my hands skating over her skin—down her silky back, around her ribs, and up to play with her breasts—while she strokes my shoulders and the back of my neck, making me shudder.
I’m not touching her clit, but I’m not surprised that it only takes a few minutes before her hips begin to move more urgently. I think both of us have been dreaming of this for weeks, and imagining it all day. I stroke down her back to her butt and squeeze the firm muscles there, encouraging her to rock harder, and she moans and crushes her lips to mine.
“I’m going to come,” she whispers against my mouth, and I growl and thrust up hard into her. Her lips part and she screws her eyes shut, and then her teeth tug on her bottom lip, and I watch as her orgasm sweeps over her, and she clamps around me, six or seven fierce pulses that are almost too much to bear. I hold on, though, waiting for her to finish because I know she likes to watch me, too.
Eventually, she opens her eyes and blinks at me, and her lips curve up. “I love you,” she whispers shyly, brushing her lips over mine.
“I love you, too.”
